Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

His eyes turned scarlet. He clutched Gwendolyn’s wrist, not noticing that he was gripping her so tightly that her skin was turning pale.

Cedrick shoved him away, wrapped Gwendolyn in his arms, and massaged her wrist.

Gwendolyn sighed. Her tone was stern as she said, “You acted rashly tonight, Treyton. I understand how you must be feeling, but I don’t agree with you giving away fifteen percent of the company’s shares to the Newton family.”

Treyton gaped at her in disbelief. “For all your talk about being sisters with Jennifer, you won’t even save her when she’s in trouble. When have you become so unfeeling, Gwendolyn?”

“Me, unfeeling?”

Gwendolyn was incredulous. Her rage began to boil.

As Treyton had had a traumatic night, she did her best to remain patient. “I don’t want to hold a grudge against somebody who can’t think straight. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

Treyton’s gaze grew cold.

Everything that had happened at the party had lost him his wits. “I’ll do it myself if you won’t. My shares, my call.”

He turned to go, but Gwendolyn had enough. Done with coddling him, she dashed forward and slapped him across the face.

Smack!

The crisp slap echoed in the air.

As she had used her full strength, Treyton’s face tilted to the side, and a red imprint of her hand appeared instantly on his cheek. He stared at her, dumbstruck.

Cedrick, too, was stunned. He remained rooted to the spot.

Massaging his stinging cheek, Treyton fumed, “How dare you hit me, Gwendolyn?”

Faced with his accusatory glare, Gwendolyn raised her chin defiantly.

“I’m not hitting you as your little sister but as the head of the Harris family. Now would you calm down? Can you listen to me?”

She looked stern, like the head of the family she was.

Treyton was fuming, he did

some control, she continued, “You’re a smart man, Treyton. I’ll give you some time to cool down and reflect on your actions. Before you think things through, you’re not allowed to get

in disbelief. He gazed at her, somewhat hurt. “Are you placing me

under house arrest? Think of it as grounding. It’s your punishment for speaking

Treyton could say another word, Gwendolyn turned to address Cedrick. “Could you marshal some men who aren’t on active duty

nodded decisively.

of them with batons. You have my permission to beat him up if

suppressed his laughter. If it came to that, she would still be the one feeling sorry

now the head of the family, and everybody must obey me with no exceptions. If you won’t, we’re going to the ancestral hall and I will have you tried according to our family law. Feel free to test me, but don’t expect me to go easy on

think I’m scared of

her eyebrows coldly. “You should be. If you piss me off, I will have you beaten up so severely that you pass out and spend the next two weeks in bed. By then, you would only be able to watch the broadcast of Jennifer’s engagement party. Would you like

refused to say

her arm around Cedrick’s, Gwendolyn left. novelxo.com fast

turned around and said, “Call me when you’ve

as she and Cedrick

car did

later, an orderly march of footsteps sounded. The smart-looking soldiers surrounded the villa as if they

to strike first instead.

inside his house did Gwendolyn and

other days, Inez showed up early the following morning at her office at Mossey

of its stiffness. Though far from being on good terms, they would exchange a greeting when they bumped

reasons, her secretary had taken a medical

was to spend the following two days coaching

later, the manager of the HR department arrived with the new secretary

without taking her attention off the documents in her

permission, the two figures

poise and a handsome face. He

so much as

her table. “This candidate is very well qualified, Ms. Mossey.

engrossed in typing. She did not look at

You cannot arrive at the office later than me. When I come in in the morning, I expect a fresh cup of coffee on my desk…” She went on for

nodded. “Understood, Ms.